Aiya Nand Kishore - Poem by Surjit Paatar
My language is one the verge of death
Each word, each sentence gasps for breath.
In such a hopeless situation
Only God may save my language!
Of my language,
How can even God be the savior?
Deserted by hungry generation,
God, Himself, gasps for breath,
Under His benign protection
Lies my language, gasping, dying,
On the verge of death lies my language.
It may happen otherwise,
Face to face with suicidal situations,
Reckoning with homicidal challenges,
More deserving of life,
More living may fare my language.
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